I can’t fail her again.
“Gemma, tell me what’s going on,” she goes on.
I can’t let this happen again.
I can’t let them touch her again—
Bonnie’s hands find my face. I pivot into her, my racing heart slowing. The sight of her dark blue eyes stills me. The sincerity there. The quiet plea to understand what’s happening, why I’m freaking the hell out.
“Gemma, talk to me. You’re scaring me,” she says softly.
I exhale a shaky breath, my jaw trembling. “I saw him,” I manage. “I saw one of your… in the hallway just now.They’re here.”
Color drains from her face. “Who?” she asks, though I think she already knows.
“The guys who assaulted you,” I answer. “One of them, at least. Trevor. He’s here, andwe have to go.”
Bonnie’s eyes widen. She drops her hands from my face and takes a blind step away from me. The backs of her knees hit the bed. Shock ripples over her features. I can see her chest beginning to heave, a glassiness rising in her eyes…
“Bonnie,pack,” I tell her.
She nearly falls over the end of the bed lunging for her bedside table.
I close my eyes and start pacing again, trying to come up with the best plan.
We have to get out of here. I need my other helmet from the apartment so we can take my bike. Can we go to the studio? No. Maybe her dad’s? Completely disappear for a few…
My apartment.
Dammit.
We have to get a helmet from my apartment.
If she sees my apartment, she’s going to know.
She’s going to realize—
Except something worse hits me right then.
I freeze. Dread cracks over my skull and spills over every sad inch of my worthless figure.
I’m. So.Stupid.
The sentence I just answered her with begins to runs through my mind over and over.
The guys who assaulted you…
What.
The.
Fuck.
Did.
I.
Just.
